I made a covenant with my eyes; How then can I gaze upon a virgin?

What then is the portion from God above, Or the inheritance of the Almighty on high?

Is it not calamity for the unjust And misfortune for the workers of iniquity?

Does He not see my ways And count all my steps?

If I have walked with falsehood, And my foot has hastened after deceit -

Let Him weigh me in a righteous balance, And let God know my integrity -

If my step has turned from the way, And my heart has gone after my own eyes, And if any spot has stuck to my hands;

May I sow and another eat; Indeed may my produce be rooted up.

If my heart has been enticed into following after a woman, Or I have lain in wait at my neighbor's door;

May my wife grind for another, And may others kneel over her.

For that would have been a heinous act, And it would be wickedness, to be punished by the judges.

For it is a fire that devours to Abaddon And would root up all my increase.

If I have despised the cause of my servant or my maid When they contended with me,

What then will I do when God rises up? And when He visits me, what will I answer Him?

Did not He who made me in the womb make him? And was it not One who fashioned us in the womb?

If I have withheld the poor from their desire, Or have let the eyes of the widow fail,

Or have eaten my morsel alone Without the orphan eating of it -

Rather, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, And from my mother's womb I guided the widow -

If I have seen someone perishing from lack of clothing Or that the needy had no covering;

If his loins have not blessed me, And he has not been made warm with the fleece of my sheep;

If I have raised my hand against the orphan Because I saw that I had support among those in the gate;

May my shoulder blade fall from the shoulder, And may my arm be broken at the elbow.

For calamity from God is dreadful to me, And because of His majesty I can do nothing.

If I have made gold my hope, And have called fine gold my confidence;

If I have rejoiced because my wealth was great And because my hand had acquired much;

If I have looked at the sun when it shone Or the moon going on in splendor,

And my heart has been secretly enticed, And my mouth has kissed my hand;

It too would be wickedness, to be punished by the judges, For I would have denied God above.

If I have rejoiced at the misfortune of him who hated me, Or have exulted when evil found him -

Rather, I have not allowed my mouth to sin By asking for his life with a curse -

If the men of my tent have not said, Who can find one who has not been filled with our master's meat? -

The sojourner has not lodged in the street; I have opened my doors to the highway -

If I have covered my transgressions as Adam did By hiding my iniquity in my bosom,

Because I so dreaded the great multitude, And the contempt of the families so frightened me, That I was silent and did not go out my door -

Oh that I had someone to hear me! Here is my signature! Let the Almighty answer me. And let my accuser write up the charge.

Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; I would bind it onto me like a crown;

I would declare to Him the number of my steps; Like a prince I would approach Him!

If my land cries out against me, And its furrows weep together;

If I have eaten its strength without money, And have caused its owners to lose their life;

May thorns come forth instead of wheat, And pungent weeds instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.